Father's love after reading 1 Father's love is a towering mountain; Father's love is mellow wine; Father's love is an umbrella against wind and rain in winter; Fatherly love is a lamp that lights up in the long night.
I read Father in the autumn holiday. The article tells that the author was infatuated with the Beatles at the age of 13 and wanted to take part in the competition. No stereo, no money, but as usual, the father always has a way to realize his wish, that is, to do it with his son. On the day of the competition, the contestants paid great attention to his stereo. When he admitted that he and his father did it, their disdainful eyes turned to envy. Finally, although their band didn't win the prize in the end, he won the real "victory", that is, family affection. The voice is valuable, but family affection is priceless.
Yes, whenever I have a problem and need help, my father always teaches me patiently. He makes me feel like the sky, so vast that I can fly freely. He gives me the feeling like the ground, so wide that I can snuggle up with confidence. More is to give my mother and me a home, a shelter from the wind and rain, and a harbor full of love.
Yes, when I got excellent grades, my father was even happier than me. One thing has to be publicized several times. Sometimes, I complain that his mouth is like a big horn, and he doesn't seem to hear it, still immersed in joy.
Whenever I am naughty, my mother often says, "Look, I am spoiled by your father!" " "Yes, my father dotes on me, but it's not what my mother said. Because dad knows when to blame and when to joke.
Father, your love is like being buried in deep water. Unlike your mother, you have a lot of fame. From ancient times to the present, there are many songs and beautiful sentences praising you. You are always so obscure. Father, our great father, you broke your heart for your family, for your wife and for a family.
There is a song that can be sung by a 3-year-old child. I think it should be changed. Is it really only mom who treats us well? No, dad, dad is as good as mom!
My father's reading experience 2 During the winter vacation, I read the article Father. The article is about an old man who is dying, lying in the hospital, and finally seeing his distant son. What a comfort. Old people and soldiers have been passing on hope and strength to each other in the hospital. The love between father and son is as deep as the ocean! I was moved to tears. But when the old man died, the soldier calmly said that the old man was not his father! I am surprised: the soldier who has been sitting by the bed taking care of the old man is not the real son of the old man! This is a beautiful misunderstanding. The old man was his son before he died. How kind this soldier is and how noble his character is!
However, there are also many people with noble personality like this soldier in life. In Thailand from 65438 to 0996, there was a woman. One day, when she went to collect waste products, she was accidentally stabbed by an iron bar and fainted on a country road. A boy of seven or eight years old saw her while playing. The little boy looked at the woman with a broken head, picked her up decisively and walked step by step to the village hospital. He said to the nurse, "Nurse, please help her …" The boy said, "No, I don't know her." The boy's story spread in Thailand, and many people praised the boy for being helpful. Yes, both boys and soldiers have a kind heart.
Soldiers are like this, and so are children. They all have beautiful hearts. They help people in different ways. Being kind to others is equal to being kind to yourself, and warming others also warms yourself. I have a deep understanding of this.
One day last summer vacation, I passed the crossroads and saw an old man struggling to pull a load of goods uphill. Suddenly, the bumpy goods overturned, the cart slipped down and the old man fell to the ground. I rushed over to help the old man pack up the goods and pull the cart to send the old man home. The old man was so grateful that he praised me as a good boy like Lei Feng. My heart suddenly felt as sweet as honey.
When a person thinks of others in his heart, he can always put himself in others' shoes and offer his love and true feelings. Then, he will get inner enrichment, noble personality, shining love and real warmth. Those who are willing to give their true feelings and love to others are the happiest people. Because happiness always favors those kind people who are brave in dedication and love life.
"The true feelings in the world, regardless of north and south, warm you and warm me." Give others a rose, give others a piece of love and leave yourself a spring. True feelings will make the world no longer lonely. As long as you and I extend warm hands and make the world full of love, the true feelings will last forever.
May life be full of true, good and beautiful flowers everywhere!
My father's reading experience 3 I had never read the article "Father" before writing this reflection, but "Back" left a deep impression on me. Zhu Ziqing's father, kind, gentle and vicissitudes, is my imagination of his father.
Mao is a big boy. I have been too strict with him, thinking that this is all love, and as a result, he has not become what I imagined. In the eyes of others, he should be excellent, but why am I always dissatisfied? I must be too picky. In the eyes of all teachers, I am excellent and lack self-confidence. The latter kept me blaming myself. I am too immature, and my naivety and willfulness hurt him.
I started reading Liang's Father a long time ago and recited it in class. My wife was very proud when she talked about it, but I felt bad about being hung in their class for an exhibition. Occasionally looking through this book, I saw that Liang's father was so rude, selfish and feudal, and my heart sank and I was helpless.
I wrote a parent-child reading with Mao, and the effect was good. The child is going to the third grade, and I want to write it down carefully as a record of the child's growth. When I grow up, I don't like to talk, I don't like to express, and I have a big temper, which makes me very worried. Remembering that he likes the book Father very much, I suggest our parents and children choose it when they read it. I said yes in one bite. I haven't finished reading Father. This book is not thick. Open the title page. Father is just a short story in this book. I turned a few pages and immediately frowned. I was under great pressure.
I love my father. He is an ordinary plowman, so ordinary that he has nothing to be proud of. However, he is hardworking, simple, hardworking and persevering. He and I get along bit by bit, happy and sweet, and the past suddenly comes to mind. I want to write about him. However, Liang's "Father" is really the opposite style, which makes people dislike, despise and escape. I couldn't read any more, and I began to regret my carelessness and loyalty. How can I write about Liang's father, praise my father, and tell my son how to grasp life with an ambivalent attitude? I'm confused when I think about it. I want to delay and escape. But time flies, the summer vacation is coming to an end, and I have to make a choice.
One night, I lost my temper with Mao. My wife was very angry, and I was full of remorse later. Lying on a mat, reading the novel Father in one breath is like a night after decades of ups and downs. "Dad" left, and Liang became mature. I finally fulfilled my summer wish of "reading a book".
I began to write my thoughts on reading in an afternoon, when the weather was hot and humid and the air conditioner was not turned on. The family disputes and heavy atmosphere at the beginning of Father have seriously affected my mood. So my post-reading feeling is full of rejection, disgust and criticism. I don't think this article should be read by children, because they don't understand that era, have no experience of suffering, can't understand the hardships and struggles of their parents, and are delicate and timid. The article has been written in less than two paragraphs, so I can't write any more. The writing is wrong, too impulsive. This was not a parent-child reading, but it became the nagging of a dissatisfied wife. I can't write like this. So, I turned off the computer and told my wife that I couldn't write any more. I had to rewrite another topic and discuss it with you. Peng said, "Whatever, I can write anything. I have read all the books on the shelf. " His casual remark made my heart even more out of control.
Go to work, get off work. During this period, I also wrote several other essays, but after reading them, I felt like a stone door, full of temptation and very heavy. I can't settle down to choose or read a new book; I have been thinking about my father's artistic conception in my mind, which makes me unable to have a good rest. Finally, I opened the original file again, and then wrote how my father reflected and matured, how he worked hard all his life, and what significance "father" had for the inheritance of the family and the continuation of life ... Because the article dragged on for a long time, it was inconsistent and repetitive, and later, he had to rewrite it again and again. Finally, he asked his wife to help him see, suggest and change. "After Reading" has finally been finalized, because it has been rewritten many times, I dare not open the document again.
Then I told Peng that I had finished reading it, and I still felt like a "father" after reading it, and asked him to write an article quickly. My son said it was written and stored in a USB flash drive. He didn't want me to read it, so he kept it so tightly that he couldn't even find the USB flash drive where his article was stored. I watched their mother and son rummage through the closet, really angry and laughing.
Helpless, he found the draft book and typed it on the computer. I think this dictation must not have the depth, artistic conception and taste of the original text. When he knocked, he asked his mother to send it to the mailbox, but he didn't want me to read it or modify it. Shy, secretive, sensitive and strong, this may be the inherent habit of teenagers in the flower season. I respect his opinion, and then, I summarize my documents with him and send them to the mailbox of their class.
By reading and writing the novel Father, I overcame my stubbornness, stubbornness, prejudice and impulsiveness, spent more time thinking and understanding my father and son, and recorded and told my heart wholeheartedly. I hope that one day, these words will help my son understand "father" and better grasp his tomorrow.
Father's view on reading. Father, one of the most familiar words, has aroused a different spark in the author's heart and collided with unforgettable tenderness. Like a white rose, quiet, stubborn and holy as an angel.
At the age of seven, every child was the darling of his parents, but when he tried to lose his father's child prematurely, his heart was frozen.
Stepfather's selfless love influenced her, even though the child was the most ignorant, hated him the most and stayed away from him; She looked at her stepfather's back with blurred eyes. Even though her father once yelled at her, she was a rustic farmer ... but what's the harm? In the face of affection, these will eventually disappear!
"This little guy calls me grandpa, and I am the happiest."
"I finally waited until the youngest one came to see me."
"Keep it for yourself, I don't want to eat it."
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A few mumbling lines are full of love and relief, yes, it is a sound like honey soaked and heavenly.
Nowadays, children grow up happily in the arms of their fathers, but have you ever thought about what you have done for your father? Have you ever poured a cup of tea, swept the floor once, or held his rough hand and cried?
If not once, then start now! Affection is never old, but once it is missed, it can't be made up. Affection is the chain between life and life. Once it's disconnected, it can't be connected again.
If maternal love is a blooming lily and the air is filled with intoxicating fragrance, then paternal love is a white rose, pure and silent. I always only know how to praise the greatness of maternal love, but who knows the implication of fatherly love? The word fatherly love is very common, but this kind of love is extraordinary!
Father's love is like a book. Children often can't understand their father. Only when they really grow up can they reopen this book and understand their father's sincerity. Fatherly love is a masterpiece that shocks the soul. After reading it, you can understand the whole life.
After reading Father, our hearts will be shocked. Such a shock is still unclear, but what remains in our hearts is a burst of sadness and sweetness. ...
1948, on a transatlantic ship, a father took his little daughter to see his American wife.
One morning, my father was peeling apples with a waist knife in the cabin when the boat suddenly shook violently. Father accidentally fell down and the knife went into his chest. People were shaking all over, and their lips instantly Qing Wu ... For the next three days, my father sang a lullaby for his daughter every night as usual, tied a beautiful bow for her in the morning and took her to see the blue of the sea. It seems that everything is normal. When the ship arrived at new york Port, my daughter recognized her mother in the bustling crowd at a glance. She shouted, "Mom! Mom! " At this moment, there was a sudden exclamation around. When the daughter turned around, she saw her father fall on his back, and the blood in his chest instantly dyed the whole sky red like a blowout ... The autopsy result shocked everyone: the knife pierced his heart very accurately, but he lived for three more days without being noticed by anyone.
I finished reading the story with tears. It turns out that there is a kind of love in the world that can touch death, and that is fatherly love.
After reading the article "Father", I thought about how you usually care about me and encourage me ... You always cared about me when I was ill in hospital. When my temperature rises slightly, you become anxious. You smiled when my temperature remained the same or dropped slightly. Ten days later, the disease escaped from me. I took your hand and found that your face was tired and your eyes were bloodshot. I am a timid girl. In order to exercise my courage, you took me under a big willow tree in front of the window and taught me to climb trees. Under your guidance, I climbed up step by step. I am sitting on a high branch, full of joy, proud that I can climb such a high tree, and excited about the scenery that I can't see on the ground at ordinary times. Just when I was ecstatic, you said to me, "Sister, how can you come down!" " "I looked at the ground and suddenly became afraid. The excitement and excitement just now disappeared. I'm scared, I'm timid, and my brain is blank. Then you said to me, "Sister, don't panic, be calm and use your head!" " "I still can't think of any way, except fear or fear ... you look at me and tell me several ways to get down from the tree. I think these methods are all good, but I dare not adopt them. You finally decided to step on your feet and move down step by step.
In the process of coming down from the tree, I was scared and scared. You always encourage me. You said to me, "When something happens, you should be calm, don't worry, and use your brain to find a way." Although the father in the article "Father" expressed his father's love for the little girl by prolonging his life, and you expressed it with meticulous care, I felt your love for me in different ways, and I was as happy as the little girl.